placid cow of my dreams
floating lazily about peaks
in the mountainous range
eating the clouds
licking the snow
cotton clouds of candy
wet on my tongue
you are the polar opposite
to the cow of the sea
but one among fish
worshiping the buoyant organ
cow of the clouds
life for you must be so easy
so evolved
so distinctly simple
zeppelin of clouds and grazing
why does the wind blow?
ancient creature of the sky
how have you escaped the spear?
enlightened beast of the peak
what’s it feel like, to be God’s steed?
[i was not tripping in the production of this piece]
-OKComp